This is a song about "Sex with a hooker"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

So i'm writing you this letter

Now im a registed sex offender

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Me a hooker? you must be crying cause you're dying. getting all slutty?

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You think i'm so scared of a little hooker? hah, i should say a little stalker. you

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex